Flashpoint Fic: It Began with a Tie, 9/30 and 10/30 (Sam/Spike, OCs, PG)
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 9/30 - The SRU is where the heart is
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Sam, mention of Sam/Jules, OCs.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sam's father always has something to say about his life.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, weekend prompt: glass.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
It Began with a Tie
The SRU is where the heart is
Walking into the dining room was like walking on broken glass for Sam. War zone. Soon he spotted his bag pack in a chair near the table where his mother was reading a book. It was great to have her around; she always knew what was in his heart.
He arranged his tie, since she’d always told him that gentlemen shouldn’t let ladies see their manly parts - for example, their chests - in the first date. It was her favorite joke, but for some reason right now she wasn’t in the mood to mock him. Sooner or later, the inevitable question would come up.
“Did you talk to your father already?”
“No…” he answered, not really wanting to talk about that.
She nodded. “What’s up with Jules? Everything okay there?”
“Mom…”
“You never introduced us to any of your girlfriends, we hoped it’d be different this time, since we actually got a name from you. You talk about her so much that we thought we’d be able to invite her to dinner sometime. When will we get to meet her, huh?”
“I, uh…”
A deep, manly voice came up. “Yeah, son, when will we get to meet the little cop lady?” a tall, blond man said. His tone was almost insulting. Sam’s hands turned into fists, but he managed to pass his father by and leave the room. “So the answer is ‘never,’ as usual,” John Braddock coldly said.
Sam didn’t respond.
“Are you embarrassed of us that much, Sam?” his father continued, but he still didn’t get a reaction. “And now you walk away. How brave, son! Just like joining the SRU with the silly hope to make a difference…”
And that was it. The SRU was not negotiable for Sam. He went back to the man who’d criticized him since he’d left Afghanistan. “Give me a break, Dad! Every time I come home, it’s like I’m walking on broken glass!” In fact, the pieces are everywhere I step on and they cut me whatever I do or say. “Look, you know I love Mom and you, but you don’t get it. I’m staying with the SRU and no one gets to try to make me change my mind,” Sam stated, with much more passion than he expected. “This is my life now. I get to decide what I do with it.”
Mr. Braddock was speechless. Sam got a slight smile from his mom and she gestured him to arrange his tie again. He looked at his father one more time. “I can make a difference in the SRU. So deal with it.” He nodded at his mother and turned around again.
His father kept yelling and his mother started asking him to stay but all he wanted to do was leave. He knew he could make a difference wherever he was as long as he felt it was the right thing to do. And the SRU was where his heart was. With its people… with Jules… with Spike.
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 10/30 - Promise Me
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Sam.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike calls Sam in the middle of the night.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, #2 Trust.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
It Began with a Tie
Promise Me
For the tenth time tonight, Sam punched the pillow and tried to forget about the fight he’d had with his dad only a few hours ago. So far it’d been impossible; he could still hear him inside his head, disapproving basically all his choices.
His cell phone rang, but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone. He thought about turning it off, but when he saw who was calling, he changed his mind. “Spike?”
“Hey… How are you?”
Rubbing his eyes, Sam sat down on the bed. “I’m good… I think.”
“Okay... Spit it out.”
“Spit what?”
“Sam.”
Sam knew how this was supposed to work. Spike had showed him his family life; not it was Sam’s opportunity to show him that he trusted him, too. “Fine… We started a fight about the SRU and Special Ops, as usual… I wanted to go back to my place but my mom stopped me.”
“Good.”
That wasn’t the response Sam was expecting. “What do you mean, good?”
“I’m just saying… It’s a good thing that you stayed. Who knows, things could be different tomorrow.”
“Ha… I seriously doubt that.” It was very unlikely that things would change between Sam and his father, but secretly he wished Spike was right. “Hey, could we have lunch together today?”
“Sure.”
Sam felt better already, just by knowing they’d be hanging out. He glanced at the clock - 3 a.m. There were less than 10 hours left for him to meet Spike. “Great. All this insanity… I appreciate to have someone to talk to.”
“No problem.”
“No, I mean it. When you showed me that whole other world yesterday, I really thought…” Sam stopped and decided to go to the heart of the matter. “Thank you for that.”
He could swear Spike was smiling when he said, “You’re welcome… Promise me you’ll try to laugh when you get up tomorrow. I couldn’t stand to see that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The ‘there’s no hope’ look you had at my door last night.”
It was a bit uncomfortable to hear that, but Sam had to admit that he wasn’t in his best shape the night before. “Okay… I’ll try.”
There was a moment of silence, like Spike didn’t believe him much. But he finally muttered, “Take care, man…”
“Take care, Spike. See you tomorrow.”
Sam ended the call and let himself fall onto the mattress. The pillow was fine now. Everything was fine. He’d talked to Spike, they’d have lunch together. Sam wished he wouldn’t have the urge to vent so he wouldn’t bother him; on the other hand, if he needed to, he was sure Spike would listen.
He left his cell phone on the nightstand and froze.
There was a shadow near the door - a shadow that moved and suddenly disappeared. Someone had been watching, listening.
Sam got the feeling he was going to regret having taken the call and that no smile would be waiting for him the next day.
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Sam, mention of Sam/Jules, OCs.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sam's father always has something to say about his life.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, weekend prompt: glass.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
It Began with a Tie
The SRU is where the heart is
Walking into the dining room was like walking on broken glass for Sam. War zone. Soon he spotted his bag pack in a chair near the table where his mother was reading a book. It was great to have her around; she always knew what was in his heart.
He arranged his tie, since she’d always told him that gentlemen shouldn’t let ladies see their manly parts - for example, their chests - in the first date. It was her favorite joke, but for some reason right now she wasn’t in the mood to mock him. Sooner or later, the inevitable question would come up.
“Did you talk to your father already?”
“No…” he answered, not really wanting to talk about that.
She nodded. “What’s up with Jules? Everything okay there?”
“Mom…”
“You never introduced us to any of your girlfriends, we hoped it’d be different this time, since we actually got a name from you. You talk about her so much that we thought we’d be able to invite her to dinner sometime. When will we get to meet her, huh?”
“I, uh…”
A deep, manly voice came up. “Yeah, son, when will we get to meet the little cop lady?” a tall, blond man said. His tone was almost insulting. Sam’s hands turned into fists, but he managed to pass his father by and leave the room. “So the answer is ‘never,’ as usual,” John Braddock coldly said.
Sam didn’t respond.
“Are you embarrassed of us that much, Sam?” his father continued, but he still didn’t get a reaction. “And now you walk away. How brave, son! Just like joining the SRU with the silly hope to make a difference…”
And that was it. The SRU was not negotiable for Sam. He went back to the man who’d criticized him since he’d left Afghanistan. “Give me a break, Dad! Every time I come home, it’s like I’m walking on broken glass!” In fact, the pieces are everywhere I step on and they cut me whatever I do or say. “Look, you know I love Mom and you, but you don’t get it. I’m staying with the SRU and no one gets to try to make me change my mind,” Sam stated, with much more passion than he expected. “This is my life now. I get to decide what I do with it.”
Mr. Braddock was speechless. Sam got a slight smile from his mom and she gestured him to arrange his tie again. He looked at his father one more time. “I can make a difference in the SRU. So deal with it.” He nodded at his mother and turned around again.
His father kept yelling and his mother started asking him to stay but all he wanted to do was leave. He knew he could make a difference wherever he was as long as he felt it was the right thing to do. And the SRU was where his heart was. With its people… with Jules… with Spike.
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 10/30 - Promise Me
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Sam.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike calls Sam in the middle of the night.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, #2 Trust.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
It Began with a Tie
Promise Me
For the tenth time tonight, Sam punched the pillow and tried to forget about the fight he’d had with his dad only a few hours ago. So far it’d been impossible; he could still hear him inside his head, disapproving basically all his choices.
His cell phone rang, but he wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone. He thought about turning it off, but when he saw who was calling, he changed his mind. “Spike?”
“Hey… How are you?”
Rubbing his eyes, Sam sat down on the bed. “I’m good… I think.”
“Okay... Spit it out.”
“Spit what?”
“Sam.”
Sam knew how this was supposed to work. Spike had showed him his family life; not it was Sam’s opportunity to show him that he trusted him, too. “Fine… We started a fight about the SRU and Special Ops, as usual… I wanted to go back to my place but my mom stopped me.”
“Good.”
That wasn’t the response Sam was expecting. “What do you mean, good?”
“I’m just saying… It’s a good thing that you stayed. Who knows, things could be different tomorrow.”
“Ha… I seriously doubt that.” It was very unlikely that things would change between Sam and his father, but secretly he wished Spike was right. “Hey, could we have lunch together today?”
“Sure.”
Sam felt better already, just by knowing they’d be hanging out. He glanced at the clock - 3 a.m. There were less than 10 hours left for him to meet Spike. “Great. All this insanity… I appreciate to have someone to talk to.”
“No problem.”
“No, I mean it. When you showed me that whole other world yesterday, I really thought…” Sam stopped and decided to go to the heart of the matter. “Thank you for that.”
He could swear Spike was smiling when he said, “You’re welcome… Promise me you’ll try to laugh when you get up tomorrow. I couldn’t stand to see that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The ‘there’s no hope’ look you had at my door last night.”
It was a bit uncomfortable to hear that, but Sam had to admit that he wasn’t in his best shape the night before. “Okay… I’ll try.”
There was a moment of silence, like Spike didn’t believe him much. But he finally muttered, “Take care, man…”
“Take care, Spike. See you tomorrow.”
Sam ended the call and let himself fall onto the mattress. The pillow was fine now. Everything was fine. He’d talked to Spike, they’d have lunch together. Sam wished he wouldn’t have the urge to vent so he wouldn’t bother him; on the other hand, if he needed to, he was sure Spike would listen.
He left his cell phone on the nightstand and froze.
There was a shadow near the door - a shadow that moved and suddenly disappeared. Someone had been watching, listening.
Sam got the feeling he was going to regret having taken the call and that no smile would be waiting for him the next day.